Chap. 7. AnExpoftian upon the f ÔB, Vert 6. 597 and if a difeafe doth it not, old -age will, time will draw furrows in thy face, and make wrinkles in thy brow. Strength and beauty of body, are no matches for'time. All things were made in time, and time will marr all things. So long as generation con. tinues,corruptionmu:t. Againe, take heed of prid e in cloathing. The two externals, of whichman is molt fubjeft tol,e proud, are beauty and apparel. Cloaths area flagof vanity, and pride fits upon the skirts. But remember how fine foever your cloathing is this day and houre, God canput you on another fuite before to morrow. We fee what change of apparel Job had, a godlyman, anhumble man. That which God did to try thegraceof one,he can quickly do to punish and chastise the fin ofanother; he can quickly put you on fuch clothing,as you (hall have little caufe tobe proud of. He can makeyou wear worms and clods ofduft. And if we confider it, we have little reafon to be proud of clothes : for if we follow the beft of them to their original, they will be found to be but a clothingof wormes, and clods of duff ; what are filkes,fattins and velvets,but the ifTue ofwormes ? Ana what is your gold & filver, what your pearlsand precious hones? are they any thing(ifyou will refolve them into their principles) but clods ofduff ? They are indeed better concofted bythe heat of the Sun, refined and polished by the art of a man; but if you fearch their pedigree, they alío are but clads of dull. In your molt glorious array, you are but cloathed with duff and wormes,and if yoube proudoffuchcloathing, God can claothyou with worms andclods, not onely of unrefined and unpollifbed, but of putrified andfilthyduff. Thus we fee the firft thing,the pic$ure or defcription offobs body : His friends at fitti fight,might beconvinced,that a body in fuch a cafe, could take little reti day or night, He carries on hi complaint; a degree furiher, at the6. verse, Verse 6. My dales arefwifter then a weavers /Mottle, and are (pent without hope. My dayesarefirifter.] The Seventy render it thus, My daiel ozimet à arefwifter or nimbler than a word or Jpeech. Nothing moves fa' op fageyo faer,or palfeth away more lightly,than a word;a word is gone, and p@ disc it is gone fuddenly ; Hence the fimilitude is ufed proverbially, Pfal.9o. 9. Wefiendour dales as a tale that it told, or, as a me- G gg g s ditat ion
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